Tag: Zhuangzi

Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man. -- Zhuangzi (莊子) Did he appear, because I fell asleep thinking of him? If only I'd known I was dreaming I'd never have wakened. -- Ono no… Continue reading An Anthology on Juxtaposition →